Quickly! Before Life Intrudes

“Chop, chop, chippity, chop! Cut off the bottom and cut off the top! Whatever’s left, you put in the pot!”

“Hey! Where’d my butt go?”

When was the last time you laughed so hard you couldn’t breathe? When was it that you couldn’t speak because your body was in paroxysms of G-rated pleasure? When can you recall being so full of joy nothing else in the world mattered except your own happiness?

My children are in that moment, right now.

It’s a beautiful day outside but the two of them are inside, repeating this obnoxious song ad nauseum, talking about their butts, and laughing and laughing and laughing.

They’re about 30 seconds to one minute away from someone having a meltdown but I don’t have the heart to stop their frivolity. They’ll learn all too soon that moments like these are fleeting and precious and that they should enjoy them whenever they can.

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Hysterical! I love those moments from youth…..I wish i could capture that pure silliness sometimes….maybe someday! Now that might be worth bottling and selling….Hope everyone held it together and didn’t have a meltdown!

That’s awesome. I like board games. With Small being so small, though, I tend to grow bored with the games we can play. “Sorry” and “Battleship” are not my favs. Medium and Large really like “Clue.” I think I’m going to need to teach them to play cards…

It happened to me and a coworker at work on Monday. We got caught red handed with birthday decorations by the soon-to-be birthday girl whose office we were going to decorate after she left work. But she hadn’t left when she normally does, and we had a ‘deer in the headlights’ moment. We were both laughing hysterically. I was crying. The ladies in the cube next to us thought we were going to pee.

When I explained it to ‘Thanks, Gary’ that night, he didn’t see the humor in it, but I was almost in tears about it again.

I’m shooting for at least once a week. Even though I’m horrible at setting goals for myself (I have no trouble setting goals for other people!), this is mine for the next month: Laugh uncontrollably at least 1x/week.

Does it make me sound more immature to want to laugh more than I do? Yes, I guess it does. Oh well! P.S. I laughed like a hyena this weekend when my friend Amy and I schooled our husbands at Pitch. Boo-yah boys! Shit. That made me sound immature too. 🙂